Poem #2: Ode to My Distant Homeland

I wrote this poem while far away from my hometown, Rexburg, Idaho.

Ode to My Distant Homeland

by Austin Ballard

Rexburg, how I miss you!

Your dry air and gleaming calm

Melting the lingering heaps of snow

They ever call to me below.

The springless cold of springtime

Without humming bees or flowers;

But instead dripping drops onto brown grass

It brings a drippy tear to my eye.

Your sweatless glowing summertime

And the smell of cut green lawns

Fills me with joy and passes swiftly

And I awake while the sun yawns.

Rexburg's perfect autumntime

With cool wind but glorious sunshine

Crunches leaves and welcomes new friends

And new beginnings, tho the year ends.

And comes the wintertime; Welcome guest

whose blue snowflakes cover the frost

Sometimes they stay or fade from the ground

And return on the morn without a sound.

The wind or the calm

Of the snow or the sun

Melting or freezing watery days

Always I'll yearn while I'm away.